Chapter 7: Confessions

A/N: Two, maybe three more chapters to go. Bear with me. Also, I've managed to survive the first semester of grad school. How cool is that? *happy face* Thanks for sticking around for this story.

"So Yale must be a fresh breath for you after highschool. Really, Quinn, that poem... your performance was amazing. Who knew you were such a romantic at heart?" They had ended up ordering in Thai food. Now, the two girls were sprawled on the floor, picking at the remains of their food. "Everybody in that room was enchanted."

"Enchanted?" Quinn chuckled. "Seriously, Rachel, all that impressive vocabulary and the word you come up with is enchanted."

"Well, they were!" Rachel objected, with a smile. She wasn't really offended, it was just teasing. They seemed to be doing that a lot lately. She couldn't help herself around the blonde, she needed reassurance that they indeed shared a special bond, she needed to see that Quinn could see beyond her words and joke around with her. "Besides, you'e the one who practically looks like a Disney princess."

"I don't know whether to be offended or amused by that Rach." Rachel decided she looked more amused than offended, so she continued.

"Well, you do!" She had that look in her eyes again, the one she got whenever Quinn tried to put herself down. "You are amazing, Quinn. You really are. And now I have a room full of people to testify for that."

"Testify. Right. I'm guessing you've been stressing over your classes and staying up to watch Law&Order at night again." She chuckles again. "Yale is really great Rach. But I do miss you a lot." What?! She immediately chided herself. Be more sappy, I dare you.

"You do?" asked Rachel, her eyes wide with something close to hope and fear. No backing down now, Fabray.

"Yeah. I mean, I do have friends at Yale, and I do enjoy hanging out with them but there's just so many things that they don't know about me, and things that they wouldn't understand. You've always been there Rach. I feel like..." My heart is trying to bust out of my chest whenever I'm around you.

"You feel like what, Quinn?" The brunette asked, almost whispering. She was afraid of letting the moment go. This IS a moment, right? I can't be imagining things. Maybe I'm just going crazy. Yeap, the blonde rollercoaster that we call Quinn has finally broken me. It's official folks! Rachel Barbra Berry is...

"I feel like I can be myself around you. I feel like I don't have to constantly explain myself, or apologize for the way I am. You're... you're my person Rach. You really are." Sappiness level: Quinn Fabgay, achieved.

Rachel looked at Quinn, not even daring to breathe for a moment. "You're my person too Quinn." She gave the blonde's hand a small squeeze, and then did not let go, letting her palm rest over Quinn's delicate hand. Maybe I'm not imagining things after all. "So, what do you say we watch a movie?" I'm holding her hand. I'm holding her hand and she'll think I'm coming on to her and then I'll have screwed everything up. How can I screw everything up when there isn't even anything to begin with?

"Sounds great to me." Quinn answers, and laces her fingers through Rachel's. She is holding my hand. They both let out the breaths they had been holding in.


Somewhere along the movie that was playing on Rachel's tiny tv – they had both stopped paying attention a while ago – Quinn turned to face Rachel full on. It took the tiny diva a couple of moments to notice the change in the mood. Without a word, she paused the movie and turned so she was looking at the blonde, and waited.

"Rach?" C'mon Fabray. Man up. You can do this. But... No buts. Just say it.

Rachel kept watching the blonde, marvelling at the torrent of emotions visible on her face. "Yes, Quinn?" It was taking all that she had not to freak out.

"I... You remember when I told you that I could just be myself around you, right?"

"Quinn that was literally twenty minutes ago. Of course I do remember. I don't think I had a concussion in the meanwhile and I..." Panicked that the brunette seemed to be in the beginnings of a ramble, Quinn placed her hand over her mouth. "Quinn?! What are..."

"I need you to listen to me Rachel. Diva rants can follow later. But for five minutes or so, I need you to stay silent and let me speak." She kept looking the brunette in the eye to make her point, and let her hand fall limp on her lap. "Thank you." Now or never. "Even when we weren't friends in highschool, and I was trying to turn your life into a living hell, you always reached out to me Rachel. You never seemed to judge me or even dislike me. And now that's all that I have to trust because I'm scared that you'll be hurt by what I have to tell you. Or even worse, that you'll judge me. And there's a part of me that knows that it's so silly, that you're an amazing person, that you're pretty much the only real best friend I've ever had, and that you're almost always prepared for any occasion. So I just have to trust that, I have to trust that you're my friend and you'll understand. Because there are times that I feel like you're the only one who makes an effort to understand why I am the way I am. And mostly I have to trust you because I can't really keep this to myself, because I'm scared, and I'm confused and I need my best friend." Quinn took a deep breath. I don't want to be alone again. She looked into Rachel's eyes and found her anchor there. Rachel was always her anchor. She was the only one who could reach to her no matter how messed up and lost in her drama she became. Rachel was always the one with a rope to get her out. "Rach..." The brunette looked at her, her face full of worry. Quinn felt Rachel take her hand into her tiny one and squeeze it for encouragement. Then she nodded for her to continue. "Rachel, I'm gay."

It was comical, almost. After all the build-up, the fear and the worry, the proclamation from the blonde seemed anti-climactic. "You know I have two dads, right, Quinn?" she asked gently. "Why would you think that I would judge you for that?"

"I... just... you know how I was in highschool. You know how much of a hard time I gave to you when it came to your dads. I... don't know. I'm just so scared." And that was the moment. Even the ones who, like Quinn Fabray, with their built-up walls and the emotions buried deep inside break down sometimes. And when Quinn broke down, unable to control her sobs, Rachel Berry was there to envelop her in her arms and let her cry it all out.


"What a cry fest this night has turned out to be, right?" Quinn tried to joke her way out of the awkwardness as they made their way to Rachel's bed. Quinn had cried, then Rachel had cried, and then they had just held onto each other, trying to find comfort for a while and it wasn't until half an hour later that Rachel suggested that they would try to get some sleep and talk more in the morning. She was especially adamant about Quinn sleeping in the bed with her. She's trying to prove to me that nothing has changed, Quinn thought as she brushed her teeth and Rachel rambled on in the background. The blonde looked closer at herself in the mirror. Good going Fabray. There's no way anyone could find you attractive like this. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, her nose was starting to feel like a foreign organism to her face, and mostly, she was embarrassed. She's the girl you like, you moron. You're not supposed to use her as Kleenex. "I'm sorry I cried on you Rach."

The blonde wasn't expecting the erupting laughter as a response, but she found herself grinning to the sound. "I can't believe you're apologizing for that Quinn. It's okay. It's always okay for you to come to me and cry about anything that's bothering you. I'm here for you." Always.

Quinn looked like a deer caught at headlights after hearing that. Is this what it feels like having a stroke? "I look like hell right now. So I apologize in advance if I scare you with my horrendous face in the middle of the night." Yes. Joking is good. Joking is safe. Rachel stepped towards her swiftly, got on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on her cheek. I... She... I'M DEAD. "Rach?"

"You couldn't look ugly if you tried Quinn. I honestly think you're incapable of looking less than incredibly beautiful." And with that, the brunette gathered her creams and tootbrush and left the bathroom, leaving behind an awestruck Quinn Fabray.